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Tetra, with a thoughtful expression on his face, raised a finger to interject. "But with that line of logic," he began, "shouldn't we already have some?"

"Maybe preventing a major remodel of their bar might encourage the owner to become a little more talkative," Tetra offered with a shrug as they walked back in.

Tetra thought for a moment and then rubbed his chin, still deep in thought, "What I am trying to say is, aren't the odds always stacked against the players? They say, 'The house always wins'. I mean, there's a reason why there are so many sayings about it."

His eyebrows furrow, and his lips purse in concentration. He seems lost in thought as if trying to unravel a complex puzzle, "What's a low percentage gamble?"

Tetra's demeanor was quite surprising, considering the gravity of the situation. He didn't seem to be fazed by it at all. He appeared to be calm and collected. He nonchalantly moved his hands behind his head and flashed a toothy grin. "Sounds like we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," he said, almost carefree, as if he was confident they could handle whatever challenges lay ahead.

Tetra gave a sharp whistle and said, "I see why they call you Steel Nina..." He thumbed to the retreating bikers, "If that's you being taken by surprise, they're in some real poodoo when you get some prep time."

The moment the bikers vanished, Tetra emerged from his hiding spot. He headed towards the others' location, "I can't help but think that there might be a granule of truth in the desert that is his mind."

Tetra remained calm and composed yet alert and prepared to act swiftly if the need arose. Activating his comm with a determined clench of his jaw, Tetra said, "I'm in position. Keep the line open so I can assess the situation. If I need to get involved, signal me by clicking the comm twice." His words were concise and confident, conveying a sense of readiness and confidence.

"Whelp, off I go then," Tetra followed the Viceroy into the kitchen but kept moving in hasty fashion.